[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

What kind of decade?Ao Cunxin didn't know.

Yang Jian is pregnant with the Nine-Turn Yuan Kung Fu. Originally, his soul does not disperse, but the divisible soul technique is to destroy the Dao Foundation from the inside of the lifeline, and completely destroy the Nine-Turn Yuan Kung Fu.

The most bitter is the sorrow of separation, and the farthest is yin and yang.Ao Cunxin didn't dare to sleep at all, because he would meet him whenever he fell asleep, as if he had made an appointment to meet him in a dream every night.The scariest thing was not this, but that she couldn't forget that he was dead even in her dream.She was at a loss—did he die?As long as you have doubts in your heart, you will think of the last sight on Vulture Mountain.At that time, he must have been in great pain, but he was still comforting her not to be afraid.

……

"Don't be afraid, everything will be fine..."

……

What do you mean by that?To get her used to being without him?

As long as she tried to understand his mood at that time, her heart would be turned upside down.

"Have you tasted the bitterness of being alive, or the sweetness of being alive, so that you want to take away the right to 'death' from my life, and leave me to live alone in this world of mortals?"

In this case, Ao Cunxin questioned him countless times in his heart.

She put his hand next to her cheek, closed her eyes and smiled, and murmured in a trembling voice: "Every day I live is paved with the love you gave me, so I don't want to waste a single minute. But I'm so tired, no matter how wonderful I am, I can't live up to your share, so please, come back..."

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A drop of crystal liquid splashes on the crystal floor tiles into a group of small water droplets, facing the wind chimes hanging from the roof.

Ao Cunxin has heard the words "the soul cannot be resurrected" for ten years, and people take it as a consolation, but in Ao Cunxin's ears, there are some almost crazy hopes in these six words.

Can Soul Mie really not be revived?

Unrealistic expectations twisted and crushed her, tortured her to death.

Just as Yang Chan dared not set foot on the West Sea for many years, Ao Cunxin never dared to return to the Yang Mansion.As long as she doesn't go back, it's as if he is still alive, as if everything is business as usual.Maybe he is studying in the study, maybe he is practicing martial arts in the courtyard, maybe he is discussing matters with others in the hall.As long as she doesn't go back, she can believe that there is another Ao Cunxin and another Yang Jian in Yang's mansion, living a life that she cannot live.

The crisp knock on the door broke the silence of the crystal palace, and it took a long time for Ao Cunxin to tear his gaze away from Yang Jian, and jumped off the white jade couch to open the door.As soon as she opened the door, the light of Ye Mingzhu shone on her blank face.

"Cun Xin, the San ShengMu has been waiting in the front hall for a long time, you should prepare quickly, and I will accompany you for a while." Ao Moang glanced at Ao Cun Xin's bright red dress, and went on his own without any further urging.

"Sister Chan?"

What a rarity.

Speaking of which, Ao Cunxin hasn't seen her for a long time, and she can't even remember the year and month when they met last time.The two sad people met each other, only to redouble their pain.She lowered her head to look at her clothes, called Ah Li and hurried back to the Lingtai Hall to change into a brand new yellow shirt.She messed around and refused to admit her fate, she wanted to show God in red and green, but it was hard for her to see this crazy paranoia.

The awkwardness is your own, why bother to trouble others.

Yang Chan was still wearing her usual half-new long gauze dress, Tingting sat quietly in the hall, a little mournful, a little clear, both divine and human, making Ao Cunxin see her from afar. It seems to go back to the distant past in an instant.Yang Chan gave her a faint smile, and she couldn't stand it anymore.She has always been aware that the brothers and sisters of the Yang family are alike, but seeing her vivid face at this moment, the shadow of Yang Jian is clearly reflected in the frown and eyes, which makes her eyes hurt.

In a daze, Yang Chan had come to her side, staring at her hair, "Hey, is this the one that Xiaoyu gave you?"

Ao Cunxin hastily raised her hand to touch it, and sure enough it was the fox-tailed gold hairpin back then.A woman looks like someone who pleases herself, but now she just decorates casually, and doesn't pay attention to the tricks at all. "It really is."

The sister-in-law and the sister-in-law chatted for a long time, and Yang Chan finally revealed the intention of coming. It turned out that she wanted to visit the Temple of Zhenjun in the sky, but she refused to go alone, so she came to Xihai to invite Shang Ao Cunxin to go with her.In fact, Ao Cunxin really wanted to refuse, but it was the first time for Miss Chan to invite her in person, she must have made up her mind with great difficulty, and it was hard to win her heart, so she had to reluctantly agree.

The two fairies broke through the sea, and they went up to the sky hand in hand. Looking up at the beautiful clouds, you can see the melting of the glaciers.

Yang Chan took a deep breath, trying to relieve the boredom in her chest, turned her head to look at Ao Cunxin, saw her thin willow-colored skirt shimmering slightly in the sunlight, and smiled softly: "Spring is here, sister-in-law."

Ao Cunxin also curled the corners of her lips: "Yes."

The Temple of Zhenjun at the west end of Jiuchongtian was decreed by the Jade Emperor to remain as the former residence to commemorate the achievements of the judicial god who died in the line of duty.Another Xiezhi Guangming Mansion was built for the new judicial deity, but the new judicial deity has not yet been determined, and is still represented by Ziyang Zhenren, who works in the new mansion on weekdays.

The plaque of the Zhenjun Temple hangs high on the lintel, revealing a cold and murderous aura.As usual, there are heavenly soldiers on duty with spears outside the hall, but the number is reduced by half.The two stone statues of Haechi at the entrance are majestic and majestic, and the intricate patterns carved on the wall are both exquisite and ordinary, showing a low-key and silent demeanor, which is somewhat similar to the style of the Yang Mansion.

Ao Cunxin had never been here before, she just felt the cold wind blowing against her face and her eyes were silvery black.The hall has long been deserted, and the Meishan brothers who used to be servants have all returned to Meishan, while the Xiaotian dog lives in Huashan, does not talk to anyone, and no longer uses magic power, and lives with the body of a dog every day.

The light shines through the thin lattice windows and sprinkles star-like patterns on the wooden floor. The blue and black veils hang high in the hall, dividing the interior space into mysterious layers appropriately.Ao Cunxin glanced back at Yang Chan, who was lingering in front of the throne lit by a hundred candles, and walked inside, and turned into a simple interior room, with only a bed, a few stoves, probably for the master to rest. bedroom.

There was nothing in the room, Ao Cunxin sat on the edge of the bed, then lay down, her aimless eyes suddenly became focused.She opened her eyes wide in surprise, snapped her fingers to light up a flame, and raised her hand to shine on the top of the bed, only to see a line of petite characters, which seemed to be carved with mana condensed into needles, which read "I have lived a long time with others, and I don't know if you are safe or not." .

"..."

The hot tears that burst the bank silently poured out from the corner of the eyes, and made a few soft "clicks" when they fell on the bed sheet.

"Sister Chan..." Ao Cunxin seemed to notice that Yang Chan was standing at the door of the bedroom, and squinted at the half-drawn green tent half-hiding her face, "Leave me alone here for a while, okay?"

Foxtail Nobile

This sleep was so long, Ao Cunxin woke up from sleep in a daze, the tears that flowed across his cheeks had already dried up.Sitting up, the temple of Zhenjun is always silver and black, and even the light of the sun and the moon will be filtered into a ruthless cold color by the veil when it penetrates into the bed.

It's been a long time since she slept so peacefully and peacefully. Even after waking up from the dream, she still has to face the incomplete reality. She is no longer so tired.Ao Cun took a deep breath in his psychologically wrinkled dress to wake himself up quickly, and looked around for a mirror that he could use to organize his appearance after sleep.

After a while, Ao Cunxin shook his head and smiled wryly: "What am I thinking, why is there such a thing as a mirror in his room..."

The big sleeves waved, and a water mirror stood vertically in the air. Ao Cunxin simply straightened her hair in front of the water mirror, and suddenly her pupils constricted, and she stopped moving like an electric current passing through her body.

"This is……"

Nobile... this fox-tailed nobile...

Memories from long ago split into my mind like lightning.

The desert with lightning and thunder...the old man who sacrificed his life to break the curse...the mottled and bizarre ancient paintings...

The dragon woman in the painting 2000 years ago is wearing this kind of foxtail gold hairpin!

Over the years, she deliberately declared war on fate, picking up gorgeous and fancy jewelry to wear on her head, but she has never touched this much simpler fox-tailed nobile, so she has not discovered the clue until now.

Ao Cunxin was dumbfounded, and suppressed the shocking cry in his throat, his heart was beating wildly—how could this happen?The hairpin was a meeting gift from Xiaoyu, what did she say at that time?Just an ordinary product, right?

Trembling, Ao Cunxin pulled out the gold hairpin, looked it over carefully, tried it again and again with magic power, it was really just an ordinary mortal ornament, it is impossible to preserve it for 2000 years and still be as good as new.Moreover, according to the production capacity of the mortal world 2000 years ago, it was impossible to produce such beautifully inlaid and softly lined gold hairpins.

What is going on?Ao Cunxin hugged her head, panting violently, unable to comprehend the vivid but disordered memory.

Could it be that the Mengpo soup he drank was not completely relieved?She was thinking wildly.

Without the support of magic, the water mirror rippled and dispersed.

A blue streamer appeared, and turned into a burly and handsome monster dragon in front of Ao Cunxin.Yaojiao knelt down on one knee, bowed her head and said: "Third Princess, if there is anything Xiaojiao can help, just ask."

When Ao Cunxin saw his old friend for the first time, he was both pleasantly surprised and moved, "Three-headed Jiao, why are you here?"

"Xiaojiao guards the temple day and night..." He paused, "...accompanying the master's former residence."

Ao Cunxin nodded knowingly, trying to calm down the turbulent mood, and told the three-headed Jiao all about the ancient painting that he saw by chance in the desert of Xiazhou many years ago and the golden hairpin in his hand.

The two of them knew that hesitating was useless, so they had to go back to Xiazhou to find out. Even if the old painting had been destroyed, since the painting has been passed down for a long time, there must be copies left in the world.

Some people in the Dangxiang clan recognized Ao Cunxin, seeing that her appearance had not changed for many years, they were even more convinced that she was the dragon girl in the ancient painting handed down by their ancestors, and indeed they brought out a very similar copy, and told her all kinds of legends, There are miscellaneous, evil and evil.Regarding those strange legends, Ao Cun couldn't figure it out, the only thing that was more certain was the fox-tailed golden hairpin.She and the three-headed Jiao carefully